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[helmetdoesnothing]

[When the video flickers on, it's set next to one bare grey foot. There's a voice quietly humming, and a shift knocks the SFC to give a better view.

Mituna's sitting on one of the steeper parts of the island's coast, holding a large conch shell to his ear as he hums along to the tune he can hear inside it. He's looking out over the sea, eyes fixed on the horizon, the blustery wind whipping his hair up.

The tide is coming in, just visible in the corner of the video, but if he thinks that's a problem, he's not moving. It's just as likely that he hasn't actually noticed.]

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[zipperlips]

[Kurloz doesn't move or pull away, just stands there, staring down at Mituna. Eventually, he smiles back, then shrugs. Lusii. What can you do, really?]

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[helmetdoesnothing]

[The yellowblood shrugs too, and reaches up with one hand, lightly patting Kurloz's cheek. He worries about you, palebro.. in his own way.]

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[zipperlips]

[It's moments like these that have made their relationship stay in a quadrant for so long, instead of devolving into Kurloz simply using his chucklevoodoos to keep Mituna a minion. He is pale as pale for this motherfucker, and all the better that they're making their way together to a beautiful double death.

He leans his face into the hand on his cheek. His paint's probably going to get smudged, but he can deal.]

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[helmetdoesnothing]

[It would have been so easy to do that, yet Kurloz never had.

Mituna smiles, strokes his thumb over the angle of the other troll's cheek bone, then paps his fingers lightly against the cool painted skin of his cheek. He makes a soft 'shoosh' sound that's half-impeded by his lisp, then after a small hesitation, wraps his arms around Kurloz in a loose hug.]

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[zipperlips]

[It doesn't take Kurloz long to hug back, and his grip might be just a bit tighter than Mituna's. He accepts the shooshpap with eyes closed. He can't technically get any more shooshed, but he can certainly get more calm.]

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[helmetdoesnothing]

[The tighter grip gets a more firm hold in return, and he steps back after a moment.]

It'th fucking cold let'th go.

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[zipperlips]

[Kurloz nods, and steps back- not too far, he's still got to look after his moirail, since the helmet is missing and everything. Then he starts leading the way back toward the elevator again.]

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[helmetdoesnothing]

[He trots along beside him, the situation drawing up old flickers of memory that make him falter now and then. He'll look up at Kurloz when that happens, as if he's going to ask him a question, but he never forms the words.]

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[zipperlips]

[Every time it happens, he pauses, but doesn't press to know- there are plenty of things in Mituna's past he doesn't mind the yellowblood not remembering at all. It'll just upset him.]